Grayson and Evelyn were tied to a tree, their necks bound by silver magic chains that suppressed their wolves and healing abilities.“Funny how you werewolves act like supreme beings, yet a little silver renders you powerless—tied to a tree like dogs,” Jerry sneered, circling them.“Let Evelyn go! You said your issue is with me, so face me!” Grayson growled, straining against the chains.Jerry smirked. “Where do you think you are, Grayson? This isn’t Silvermoon pack. You don’t get to make demands here.” He gestured toward his right-hand man. “Frank, teach him some manners.”Frank approached, holding a thorny whip, and lashed Grayson. Each strike tore into his flesh, blood staining his shirt. Grayson clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out.“Stop! Please, stop!” Evelyn cried, her voice trembling with despair. “Jerry, please!”Jerry raised his hand, and Frank paused. He turned to Evelyn, lifting her tear-streaked face to meet his gaze, “How does it feel to see your mate suffer? Enjoyi
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